He had always been very hardworking and very lucky. Why didn't the heavens help him? He actually wanted to take the life of his beloved woman? If mo Yancheng did not agree, who would dare to take her away?
His mind was blank as he thought about mo Qiu's words.
"Hello, President ye, it's me." Mo Yanchen was calling President ye and this was the first time he took the initiative to contact him.
President ye was in the car, reading the text. When he heard his phone call, he was also very surprised."Young master mo, what's the matter?“
"May I ask what your blood type is?" Mo Yancheng asked in a deep voice.
"I'm xxx, what's wrong?" President ye was puzzled as he listened. His intuition told him that something might have happened.
Mo Yancheng was a calm man. Under normal circumstances, his voice would not tremble! At this moment, he seemed to have heard the word 'fear' in mo Yancheng's voice.
